I’m not smart, I’m not dumb either
I’m not pretty or plain
I weep and ramble
I grin and guffaw
I want to be blissfully ignored like everyone else
I escape through books but have lost my doors to Narnia and Camp Half-Blood to responsibility
I love girls even though they hurt me as much as I love them.
My favorite colors purple, not lilac or lily but the deep sunrise purple you only see streaked across the sky after staying up all night worrying.
The color of hope.
I am me.